From Arsenal to the Ball God-Chapter 208 - 66: First Premier League Man of the Match! Season Target! The Shock of Ah Bu and Ferguson!

At the beginning of the season, he received a lucrative offer from Abramovich to come to Chelsea, replacing Ancelotti's position.

He arrived with arrogance, only to realize the difficulty of the Premier League in the first match, as they were held to a draw by Stoke City, a weaker Premier League team, in an away game.

He could already imagine the disappointment and anger on Abramovich's face, feelings he wished to avoid; he feared conflict with him.

"He's here."

Opening the door to a private box, Boas noticed the man sitting on the sofa, sipping foreign liquor with a calm expression, motioning him to sit beside him.

"Ma'el."

Abramovich, sitting with crossed legs, went straight to the point: "You know him, right?"

"I've heard of him."

Boas sat down by the sofa, unexpectedly relieved that Abramovich didn't bring up the match, "People say he's the most anticipated player of this Premier League season."

"He really is." Abramovich uncrossed his legs, leaning closer to Boas, "And he has met the expectations."

Boas's eyes shifted; he had already guessed that Ma'el might have performed well in today's first round.

"Hat-trick."

Abramovich's voice grew fervent, full of desire, "In the away match against Newcastle, he scored a goal with his right foot, left foot, and a header, completing a hat-trick!

"Boas, I think we should find a way to secure him; he's likely the one to replace Drogba."

Boas showed a trace of trembling; he knew Ma'el was only about 18 years old, a young player achieving a hat-trick in his debut... truly astounding.

"You tried before, but Arsenal refused, right?"

Boas, being smart, knew Abramovich wasn't just acquainted with this talent, "If that's the case, I'm afraid I can't help; Mr. Ancelotti might be more persuasive than me."

After a lengthy silence, Abramovich finally said, "Let's make one last offer and try. This time, I'll make a big one."

......

At Hawthorn Field, the match between West Brom and Manchester United also concluded, with United narrowly winning 2-1.

Ferguson walked into the player tunnel, greeted some familiar staff from the opposing team, then prepared to head to the parking lot.

"Sir."

An assistant coach came up, holding a phone with a staggering expression, "Although we may not be able to get him, I must tell you, Ma'el achieved a hat-trick in his Premier League debut."

Ferguson stopped abruptly, turning to him in disbelief.

After confirming he wasn't joking, his mouth slightly opened, a slight blush appearing on his face, a characteristic Scottish trait during major emotional shifts.

"Right foot, left foot, header."

The assistant coach grinned and shook his head; coaches valued these three attributes, showing Ma'el's versatility, "He used all of them, a perfect hat-trick."

Ferguson swallowed hard, slowly walking forward, "Wenger once said missing Ronaldo was the most regrettable thing in his coaching career.

"I might also have to say that not securing him while it's possible to purchase him will be one of the top three regrets of my coaching career."

He suddenly halted again, thinking of Wenger's face with a hint of mischievousness, "Why don't we make another offer? Even if it's not as high as Chelsea's last one, teasing an old rival is quite amusing."